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Michelle followed Roy down the short hallway, the small suitcase bumping softly over the floor behind her. The apartment was quiet again now, the late-night stillness settling back in as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't just run from her house in the middle of the night.

Her chest felt full and tight all at once. She was a young woman, still figuring the world out, still figuring herself out. The drama of the last day was almost overwhelming. A jumble of emotion, feelings stacked on top of each other, left her unbalanced as she followed her boyfriend step for step through her new home. She knew she'd have to sort it if she was going to get any sleep that night, and so, using what her father taught her when she was young, she took a deep breath and allowed the feelings to wash over her.

Love came first. Relief, too. A deep, settling relief.

For a horrible few minutes back at her mom's house, after Roy had left, a thought had crept in that scared her more than the yelling. A stupid thought. A painful one.

What if he was leaving her?

What if he didn't love her after all?

Even now, thinking about it, the idea felt ridiculous. Roy? Her boyfriend? The man who listened to her, who made her feel chosen, who showed up for her? Of course he loved her. He hadn't walked out on her. He'd walked out because he thought staying would only make things worse for her. He had been protecting her, even when it hurt him.

That was who Roy was. He was the kind of man who would leave in order to take care of Michelle. And she loved him even more for it.

After love came something more basic, more physical. Each and every step felt heavy as exhaustion finally caught up to her. The adrenaline that had carried her through the Uber ride, through sneaking into the building, through knocking on his door, it was fading now. She could feel it in her bones. Her eyes burned. Her body ached in that deep, all-over way that only came from being awake too long after an emotionally brutal day.

She had work in the morning. She'd worked early at Walmart the day before. Her brain felt fuzzy, like it was wrapped in cotton. Even in the Uber, she'd had to fight to keep her eyes open. And now here she was, dragging a suitcase down her boyfriend's hallway in the middle of the night.

Beneath the exhaustion was a surprise thread of sadness. Not for herself, exactly, but for her mom.

Michelle didn't want to fight with her mother. She wanted her mom to like Roy. To see him the way Michelle saw him. To welcome him into their lives. To be happy for her.

Why did it have to be so ugly?

A small, guilty thought slipped in: maybe her mom was jealous.

The idea made Michelle wince even as it formed. It felt unfair. Cruel, even to think it. But her dad had been gone for years now. Michelle had never brought a serious boyfriend home before. Maybe seeing Michelle with someone, with something as amazing as Roy, stirred up something complicated in her mom.

That thought made Michelle feel awful. Her mom had been through so much. She didn't want to judge her.

And she understood the age thing, too. She did. She knew Roy was older. She knew how it looked from the outside. If she were a mom, she might have questions too. But if her mom would just give him a chance, really give him a chance, she'd see. She'd see how gentle he was. How thoughtful. How much he cared. It was like everything he did was for her best interests.

There wasn't a predatory bone in Roy's body.

Ahead of her, Roy slowed slightly. She matched his speed so as not to bump into him. There he was, her boyfriend, standing in front of her as real as real could be. Even half-asleep, even rumpled and tired, he was still Roy. Still her Roy. It took a considerable amount of willpower to keep from reaching out and touching him.

Another emotion found its way to the surface. Guilt. It pricked at her chest, reminding her how selfish she could be.

Even though she knew that Roy would have to work in the morning, Michelle had used her own heartbreak as an excuse to disturb his sleep. She had woken him up. Dragged him out of bed in the middle of the night. He had to be exhausted too. He was older. He worked hard. And now he was giving up sleep, giving up peace, because of her.

She could have waited until morning, or even after her shift the next day. It wouldn't have been difficult to pack her bag, head to work, then bus over to Roy's office again when she was done, just as she had done the previous day. But Michelle couldn't wait. She knew that being with him would make her feel better, would overcome the hurt her mother had caused her.

Because he loved her.

That thought made her throat tighten.

Was she selfish? Probably. Would Roy mind? Probably not. He was the kind of man who would look out for her needs, no matter what. Taking her in, giving her the space that she needed to feel safe again, that would be natural for a man like Roy. She trusted him implicitly. In his home, Roy would give her the space to find safety, her wellbeing the only thing on his mind.

And so they made their way through Roy's apartment to where she would be spending the night. When they passed the couch, she barely registered it as an option. Sleeping out there would feel awful. Exposed. Like a guest. Like someone who didn't really belong. The spare bedroom, half-filled with boxes and storage, didn't feel right either. She didn't want to dig through someone else's things at one-thirty in the morning. Both options would give her room to think things through, to quiet herself and find the centre that she hadn't been able to find since her mother's attack.

But both options would feel like a rejection of what Roy was really offering her: proximity. Michelle would only truly feel like herself if she was in his arms. She needed to hear him breath, to feel his body heat, to sense his nearness.

Roy's room was the only place that made sense.

With him.

That was where she belonged.

When they stepped into the bedroom, Roy reached back and took her suitcase from her hand without a word, setting it off to the side. The simple, practical gesture made her chest warm. He was taking care of her. Making space for her.

He turned to face her.

For a moment, neither of them spoke as he stared at her face. He seemed tired, but there was something else in his look. An intensity, a resolve that she wasn't expecting. Roy was thinking something through, making a decision.

Then he lifted a hand, gently tipping her chin up so she was looking at him. His expression was soft, serious, a little tired and full of something that made her heart flutter.

He kissed her.

It wasn't tentative. It wasn't distant. It was real and grounding and full of emotion. It was far more pushy than what she was used to with Roy, like he was kissing her on a timer, like if he didn't kiss her now the world would conspire to keep them apart. Michelle loved it. She melted into it immediately, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, her whole body relaxing into the familiarity of him.

She didn't think about the tears she'd cried minutes earlier.

With Roy, she didn't have to.

With him, heartbreak vanished as she was awash with an overwhelming sense of what she truly was.

Loved.

She returned the kiss with everything she had in her, pouring relief and gratitude and devotion into it. In her mind, it felt like a thank-you. A promise. A way to show him how much this meant to her. How much he meant to her.

Her boyfriend.

The man who had opened his door to her in the middle of the night.

The man who was choosing her.

When they finally pulled back, she was breathing a little harder, her heart racing in a good way. She saw his face close to hers, felt the warmth of him, the closeness, and to Michelle it only confirmed what she already believed.

She was exactly where she was supposed to be.

She stepped back first, a small, playful smile curving her lips. Slowly, deliberately, she reached up and pulled her hoodie over her head, letting it fall to the floor between them.

She met his eyes, tired but bright, nervous but hopeful.

"Okay, Mister Robinson," she said softly, trying to sound brave and teasing and sincere all at once. "I think it's time your new roommate thanked you properly for the warm welcome."